I listened to the audio book of Fahrenheit 451, narrated by Tim Robbins. The narration was excellent and Tim Robbins certainly made the most of Ray Bradbury's very vigorous and to the point style of writing in certain parts of the book to such an extent that I felt as if I was running with Guy Montag and experiencing his fear, pounding heart and uncertainty. This is one of the most unique dystopian novels I have read and is right up there with H.G. Wells with its incredible philosophical insight into human society, what makes us tick individually and as a group and how it could all go incredibly wrong if mankind, as a group, makes incorrect choices along the pathway leading into the future. What makes this book incredibly scary is how horribly possible it all is and how awful the black cloud of illiteracy and ignorance is and how it limits people's choices and abilities to progress and grow. All this being said, however, this book does end on an optimistic and hopeful note which is invigorating and uplifting, especially given the momentous issues that are currently staring mankind in the face like climate crisis and the fourth industrial revolution. Guy Montag is a fireman, whose job involves the destruction of books and the belongings and homes of people who go against the law of the nation and keep and read books. The reader is introduced to Guy in a happy state of enjoyment over his current burning and you get the impression that he is happy and fulfilled in his life and his work. Coming out of the train station at the end of his work shift, Guy meets Clarice, an unusual young woman who is a thinker. The reader quickly realises that she is incredibly unique in this time of book burning and technological dominance over creativity, thinking and, in essence, the spirit of man. Guy listens to what Clarice has to say, nothing specific, but a series of innocent ramblings with enough substance to make him think. She ends the evening by asking him if he is happy. Is he happy? As this leading question and an immediate and alarming set of circumstances in his home life, cause Guy Montag to consider the meaning of his whole life and the lives of those around him, he realises that he is not happy in his lifestyle of forced gaiety and non-conflict. He also comes to see that no-one else around him is happy either and that their lifestyles are meaningless and also emotionless. The beauty of this story is in it unerring ability to make the reader question his/her existence and the meaning of life. In the same manner as HG Wells depicted the Eloi, in his book The Time Machine, as being human creatures who have evolved into childlike and uninspired creature through living a Utopian type existence where there every need is met and there exists no conflict or hardship or anything else to spark thinking, innovation and progress. I saw parallels in the thinking process between HG Wells and Ray Bradbury and the recognition that a perfect Utopian environment would ultimately lead to the downfall of mankind as it would strip away our survival skills and instincts and we would not be able to cope with the resurgence of conflict and evil which is always bound to reappear in life. Perfection can only ever be a thin veneer over the underlying issues inherent in societies and human interaction which each other. This is an exceptional book and an inspired story.

SOME SPOILERS (as if no one had read "Fahrenheit 451" before I finally did): The lateness of the review does not reveal my opinion of this novel. That being said, I can see why some folks raise their eyebrows at the thought of high-school kids reading this. "Fahrenheit 451" is a classic -- and a highly-banned book -- for a reason: it is simply stellar at making its point: the world needs to preserve the great thoughts of history, even if it is "only" in people's heads, not in physical books. We need people to think big thoughts, to address the thorny problems, and also just simply to write beautiful words. Mr. Bradbury honestly does both in this disturbing read. I honestly wasn't sure I should be reading it at bedtime, b/c of Mr. Bradbury's graphic writing. The introduction to Clarisse McClellan -- and her quick departure from the storyline -- was upsetting and senseless. Guy sees this, and this revelation changes his views of everything: his job, his marriage, his wife's "addiction" to the banality of her screens on every wall. What disturbed me the worst, however, was his wife's overdose and the extremely mundane, all-in-a-day's-work, attitude of her rescuers. What a sad world! Books are burned and overdoses are so commonplace that there are rescue teams going about all night long "saving" people. I'm glad that we don't live in this world -- yet. Let me end w/ an example of Mr. Bradbury's excellent writing in the FIRST paragraph of this view of a dystopian future: "It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and CHANGED [caps b/c I don't know how to italicize]. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history." p. 1. I mean, wow, just ... wow.